Fix Bay'nets Part 43

"Bracy, my dear old man!"

"My dear old chap!" These were the salutations of Drummond and Roberts later on in the morning, when they sought him out, to find him with Gedge in a portion of the soldiers' quarters which had been temporarily turned into a hospital.

"Ah, Roberts," sighed Bracy drowsily as he raised himself on one arm.

"Not hurt, I hope?"

"Not a scratch. But you--you? Morton tells me you fought like a lion all through that horrible attack."

"Like a very weak lion," said Bracy, smiling faintly.

"But how are you?"

"Oh, so much better," said the young officer, with a sigh. "I feel so restful, and as if I could do nothing but sleep."

"Thank Heaven! But what a change in you!"

"And you, Drummond? But your face--blackened. Were you in that explosion I heard?"

"Yes; I helped to pop off the powder."

"Helped!" cried Roberts. "Why, you placed the powder-bag and fired the fuse."

"Well, what of that? Some one had to do it. I wasn't hurt there, though, old man. It was in setting fire to the store and coaxing it into a blaze, for the blessed wood refused to burn. Spoiled my lovely looks a bit--eh? But I say--it's harder work than you would think for to burn a--I say! Bracy, old chap!--Why, he's asleep!"

"Fast," said Roberts, looking wonderingly at their friend, who had sunk back on his rough pillow, formed of a doubled-up greatcoat, and was breathing deeply, with his face looking peaceful and calm.

"Here, I say, you, Bill Gedge," cried Drummond; "this can't be right.

Go and fetch the Doctor."

"No, sir; it's all right, sir. The Doctor was here half-an-hour ago.

He was fast as a top then; but he heard the Doctor speaking to me, and roused up while he had his wounds looked at. What d'yer think o' that, sir?"

He drew a small, ragged sc.r.a.p of something from his pocket, and held it out before the two officers.

"Nothing," said Roberts shortly; "but I don't like Mr Bracy's looks.

This can't be right."

"Doctor says it is, sir, and that it's exhorschon. He's to sleep as much as he can. You see, he had a horful night of it, sir, just when he wasn't fit."

"But how in the world could he fight like the Doctor says he did?"

"I dunno, sir," replied Gedge, grinning. "Doctor says it was the excitement set him going, and then he couldn't stop hisself. You know how he was a bit ago, gentlemen, when he hit out and kicked, and couldn't help it."

Roberts nodded.

"And he did fight wonderful, and never got a scratch. That's what the Doctor said it was, and when he zamined his bandages he found this here under his back."

"That! What is it?" said Drummond, now taking the object and examining it curiously.

"His complaint, sir, that kept him bad so long. The bit of iron the Doctor said he dursen't try to get out. It worked out last night in the fight. He's going to get well now."

It was Roberts's turn now to examine the little ragged sc.r.a.p of discoloured iron.

"Seems wonderful," he said, "that so trifling a thing as that should cause so much agony, and bring a man so low."

"Oh, I dunno, sir," said Gedge respectfully. "I had a horful toe once as got bigger and bigger and sorer till I couldn't get a boot on, only the sole; and when my leg got as big as a Dan'l Lambert's, some un says, 'Why don't you go to the orspital?' he says, sir; and so I did, and as soon as I got there I began to wish I hadn't gone, for there was a lot o' doctors looked at it, and they said my leg must come off half-way up my thigh, but they'd wait a day or two first, and they did; but only the next morning one of 'em has another good look, and he gets out something--just a teeny bit of a nail as had gone into my toe out of my boot."

"Humph!" said Roberts rather contemptuously.

"Lor' bless yer, gentlemen, I was 'nother sort o' feller that night, and was just like Mr Bracy here; hadn't had no proper sleep for weeks, and there I was at it like one o'clock, going to sleep as you may say all over the place. Shouldn't ha' been here if it hadn't been for that there doctor. Wouldn't have had a one-legged un in the ridgiment, sir-- would yer?"

"No," said Roberts, who was leaning over and gazing at his sleeping comrade curiously. "Yes, he is sleeping as peacefully as a child. And what about you, Gedge?"

"Me, sir? Oh, I'm all right, sir. Bit stiff in the arms with all that bay'net exercise, and got the skin off one elber with ketching it agen the wall. Yer see, we'd no room."

"We've been there this morning," said Roberts, with a slight shudder.

"The woodwork is chipped and cut into splinters, and the sight is horrible."

"Well, yus, I s'pose so, sir. It was horrible work, but we was obliged to do it; they'd have cut us all to pieces. Reg'lar butchers--that they are--and deserved it. Coming on like that at a lot o' poor cripples and a woman, besides the nong-combytant. Savages they are to try and cut down a doctor who's ready to 'tend to everybody, either side, and tie or sew them up."

"You're right, Gedge, my lad; they are savages," said Drummond, patting the speaker on the shoulder.

"Hff! gently, please, sir," said Gedge, flinching.

"I beg your pardon. Are you hurt there?" cried Drummond hastily.

"Oh, all right, sir," said the lad, grinning; "but you said, 'Hurt there.' Why, it's all over, sir. There aren't a place as I've found yet where you could put a finger on without making me squirm. Doctor made me yell like a great calf. But there's nothing broke or cracked, and no fresh holes nowhere."

"That's a comfort," said Drummond.

"Yus; but it aren't very comf'table yet, sir. He says I shall soon be better, though."

"Yes, Gedge, you must regularly lie up till the pain has gone."

"I mean to, sir, all the time that I can get from tending Mr Bracy here. I must tend him."

"You can stay with him; but someone else ought to be sent in."

"No, sir, please; I can manage. It wouldn't be fair, sir, for some un else to come in now the gov'nor's getting better. Doctor says I've saved his life so fur, and I wants to go on and save his life so further. See?"

"Yes, of course," said Roberts, smiling. "It would not be fair for you to be robbed of the credit of what you have done."

"Thank ye, sir. That does a chap good, sir. But I beg your pardon, Captain: you see, I'm noo to sojering and fighting. I thought we'd had it tidy 'ot in the coming up along o' the stone-throwing. Then it was a bit warm when Mr Bracy was shot down and I got my bullet. But that was all like playing skretch-cradle to our set-to last night in the dark.

Shall we have it much worse by-and-by?"

"Worse? No," cried the Captain sharply. "Nothing could be worse than last night's work."

"Oh, come, I'm glad o' that, sir; for arterward, when I begun to cool down, it seemed to me that if it could be much worse I should begin to think as sojering might get to be a little bit too strong."